歌手:I.O.D
专辑:《TheTheThe Brownsvillain》

作词 : I.O.D
作曲 : Brinsley Cha (Misterr Cha)
Who Cares!?
Money and the clothes and the hoes
Who Cares!?
Everything on the radio
Who Cares!?
Every problem that you bringing to the door
Who Cares!?
Forreal my lotus Who,
Who Cares!?
Oh you got a pocket full of dough
Who Cares!?
Running through the six with your woes
Who Cares!?
You aint saying anything I wanna know
Who Cares!?
Forreal my lotus

See I see
I aint even need my three
Your B.I. is B.S. my V.I.P
Need I be flee to be beyond me that’s beyond me
I just want my peons free
Eons and eons of human beings
We can put it together we can call it pangea
Yes we are natural born leaders
So I don’t understand why they want me in an E.R.
Attraction is all about detachment
I don’t give a ************* about the money so i have it
Everything abundant so the more you try to grab it
The more it get away what more I gotta say by the way
Who cares?????
Ima shed two tears Ima tear through the tiers
I can tell you scared you like whose there as you look in the magic mirror
*************t gets scarier you look in your interior

(Chorus)

See I be
I.O.D
I over do it like in our dreams
Inner outer differences I’m tryna be the best
My ego died I guess I’m over death
Stress in the chest what a ************* got left to lose
Coming for your neck if the best is you
So choose your words wisely cause I be the godly emcee
A lot of y’all talking bill cosby it’s obvious
*************s in the rap game is lobbyist
All the real mother******s in sarcophaguses *************
Who’s ready to die for this I mean it’s obvious
That you don’t rap you a hobbyist
And you don’t clap you just copy *************t
That’s a two toned fact your boys is too scared to jump
At the sun for fun but who,

Is watching our every movement
Tryna take my money but they only get 2 Cents
Brownsvillain billing so they see me a nuisance
But on your T.V. they tryna tell you what you think
They want you to care about these nasty broads
They want you to care about these flashy cars
Bars been written by prison execs
So they can bag more slaves for they businesses
Wild *************t isn’t you still sniffing it
We at war and they conquer all the dividends
What the ************* we living *************t feel gilligan
Body bout a week ago I think I’m bout to kill again
That’s a synonym for your chance of survival
When your skin cinnamon
Aint no dimming it, but you know what tho
Make it out a ville of cutthroats and maybe I can change my luck yo
But Who Cares!?